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Rediscovering the World

A lot of people have
asked me how I am. My updates. I am thankful to have people who are concerned
about my wellbeing. My standard answer?:

Alhamdulillah, I’m progressing well and recovering
slowly. Praises to God for all the blessings. Thankful for the gift of being a
mother. Jibrael’s mother.

That is how I
feel. That is an honest answer but only a little part of it. It doesn’t reflect
everything I feel. Honestly, what is a very simple and well-meaning question
does not have an easy answer, at least for me. And I still haven’t figured how
to answer that question ever since I was in the hospital until today.

It has been a
roller coaster of a journey emotionally. The untold joy, feeling and experience
of being a mother for the first time, then suddenly being put under strict
bedrest in the hospital on your birthday when you thought everything would be
fine, having to fight and struggle for 78 days to preserve your beloved child’s
and your own life, going through an emergency c-section when you least expected
it, the greatest feeling of delivering your baby safely into this world, being
able to see and talk face to face to your baby for a brief moment before having
to say goodbye and then having to straight away grieve and recover in
confinement without your child has just been a lot to take. I gave everything
that I had. It is a mixture of all kinds of feelings, mentally and emotionally.

For this whole
experience that God has put me through, I would not trade or exchange it for
anything. A friend asked me if I could turn back time without being able to
change the outcome, would I choose to go through this again? Without hesitation
I answered that I would do it all over again. I understand not everyone will
ever get to know how I feel exactly or would want to, in the same circumstances.

Having said all
that, memories of my life before 1st November 2012 seems so distant
now. 1st November 2012, my 28th birthday, and also the
day I was admitted in the hospital to fight for my daughter’s life. My mind is
filled with and replaying every single detail from that day onwards, so much so
that what had happened before seems like a lifetime away. It’s not an
exaggeration to say that nowadays I really feel like that my life just started
on 1st November 2012. And I have been struggling to remember the
life before then.

I spent a long
time in the hospital. I received a lot of visitors, but mostly it was just
Jibrael, my husband and I. And my family. I was in my own world with my
daughter and although it took adjusting, I gladly gave up all thoughts and
focus on other things: My work, My life, everything to concentrate on Jibrael. When
the doctors cleared me to be discharged from the hospital, I was terrified. I
was afraid to leave the hospital. Afraid to leave the memories created between
my daughter and I there, afraid to face the outside world I had renounced. I
refused to leave the hospital and had to be coaxed by my family members to
return home.

During my
confinement, my husband has been trying to bring me out of the house as advised
by my midwife. I did not understand why. I did not feel that I need to go out. I
did not want to go out. I was happy just being at home slowly to get myself
better physically. I think I did not realize at the time that I have not faced
the outside world for 105 days. I did not realize that my husband was worried
that subconsciously I was mentally putting a barrier and secluding myself from
the outside world. I gave all sorts of excuses to avoid going out because I just
didn’t feel the need to go out. I did not look forward to going out. But after much
attempts and persuasion on his part, I finally made it out. Alhamdulillah.

I finally went
out on 13.02.2012, exactly a month from the day I went into labour. The day before
the happiest day of my life, the most beautiful day ever in my life, the day I managed
to see my eldest daugther after carrying her for 27 weeks. Jibrael’s birthday.

How did it feel
after not going out for so long? Everything seemed alien. Unexpectedly surreal.
I was still afraid to face the world. Familiar but distant. It is almost the
same feeling I had when I initially refused to leave the hospital. It was a mixture of fear, anxiety but there
was also a little bit of excitement. Fear as I’ve learned and experienced that
anything can happen at any time. Everything can change in a split second, if
God wills it. I was also excited to go out. When I was in the car with my
husband, I felt like a little baby, going out for the first time. I was giddy
and smiling with glee. But when I reached KLCC, I was overwhelmed by so many
people and the noisy sounds. I clinged and held on to my husband with all my
strength all the way. I did not move much in the hospital and at home my
movements are restricted as I am still in my confinement. When I was walking
around, even though slowly, it felt like a heavy workout session. I came home
exhausted.

I tried my best
to push myself to be strong and fight the fear that I had (and still have) but
at the same time I felt excited because it felt like a first date with my
husband. I had fun. We did not go very far from home (it was just KLCC) but it
felt like I was in another place altogether. It felt like I’ve never been there.
I forgot how it looked like. With so many people around me, I was suffocated, I
was lost, I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t handle that many people. Thankfully, I
was with my husband, otherwise I don’t think I would have survived KLCC. Not a joke.

I think I have
lost any familiarity or connection with the world. Detached. On the upside, we
did not have to go very far to feel a sense of wonder. A sense of adventure. A
sense of travel. I find that rediscovering places, even those close to home, is
a wonderful thing. Especially places which we have taken for granted and lost
those senses that I am now rediscovering.

When I stepped
out and saw the clouds, the greens and trees, nature and all of God’s creations
His greatness in His beautiful creations is reinforced in me. At the same time,
I still wonder how God’s greatest creation is doing. I am comforted that she is
in a better place. A place much better than this world we are living in right
now. A world beautiful beyond imagination. I crave to be there, I long to be
there. To see her again. One day, InsyaAllah.

The husband and
I spent our time watching Journey to the West just for laughs. My husband just
wanted to bring me to watch a light movie, but I could relate to a scene where
some mothers fought the sea monster to protect their children when everyone
else was afraid and did nothing. They failed, but they overcame their fears to save their children. I cried.

We also browsed
through books at Kinokuniya, sat in front of the fountain, took some pictures
and had a wonderful dinner at UmaiYa. That was the first time I had eaten out in
months. It really felt like it was our first date. Beautiful. Praises to God. Like
I said, I look forward to rediscovering the outside world. Slowly, though.
God-willing.

I don´t Know you (we have never met and probably never do because I live in the other side of the word) but because I have been reading this blog for sometime now I feel I have same kind of conexion to this blog (to you). I can´t say I understand what you feel because I´ve never been through something like that but I understando when you say these "Fear as I’ve learned and experienced that anything can happen at any time. Everything can change in a split second, if God wills it".I admire you for you´re strength and faith. I really wish all the best to you and you´re familiy and one day Inshallah you´re house will be full of little kids. And you´re daughter is in the heaven Al-Janna Inshallah, and that´s the best thing you can wish to you´re loved ones.

Assalamualaikum,I have been a silent reader of your wonderful blog..Subhanallah for He has chosen you to undergo such trial that to me is so so hard and tough, and it is so hard to look on the bright side, but this is where you faith (Imaan) comes to strengthen you, mentally and physically and that is to believe and look forward to the bright side of this trial and that is, Jibrael already waiting for you in Jannah! and if you are able to stand tall and face it all with total submission 'redha', then you will have climbed another level of Imaan. ALLAH Loves you so much kak Nadia, i believe many people are reading this post and are sincerely praying that you recover asap. but seeing those pictures of you, it just break me into tears (like in a good way) to see you recovering so so well..as pretty as you alwys are..i wish you all the prettiest things in life and I pray you'll meet your princess in Jannah on that victorious day..ameen ameen.

My deepest condolences to you and your loved ones. I'm truly amazed at your strength and determination to face challenges in life as well as you can. Masya Allah. May Allah always bless you with strength and strong faith. Ameen.

I truly believe that Allah does not burden a soul beyond what he/she can bear.

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